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"Everything that inside that paper is me. My likes, dislikes. How I want my coffee to be done. Everything you name it. It's there." I said nonchalantly. I took the paper in her hand and started walking to the garbage can. "What are you doing?" she asked following me. "You said you don't know yourself." I said looking at her. "I was lost too. Who was I? A question that always bothers me. until I stop. I just stop asking." Taking the lighter in my pocket and light the papers. "Since i can't enter your world and you don't want to enter mine. Why not create a world where we can both be in? What is the thing that I like? What is the thing that I dislike? I don't know. It can be change. It can be done. It's not easy, it will not be a walk in a park but together with you, let's find out?"All Rights Reserved

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